Mac, now re-named MacTardis, as I've just realised that he is much bigger on the inside than he appears. When the directors of AppleMac see sense and send me my new AppleMac Pro lappy top, he will be known as MacTinyTardis.
Anyway, when visiting other bloggers around the world, I do like to get in the mood and I have had to find storage space for quite a lot of equipment.
For instance when going over to see Lizza, I turn the heating up, have my bare feet in a tray full of sand and eat coconut.
A visit to Fracas necessitates dressing up as a Mountie, saddling my horse (it's a stable relationship) and eating some ice-cream with maple syrup on it.
Special precautions are needed with Nursemyra - let me just say that I need a lot more than a crash helmet and incontinence pads.
Obviously Penfold is dead easy - I just need my copy of "How to Rectify Mistakes When Bringing Up Children" and a photo.
My other son, Tiggz [why oh why did I give them such silly names] needs very little. I don my Dunce's hat and wonder who his real father is.
I have touched on the subject of another blog here - my hat stand.
OK. I'm off to see Surftwin and the Queen of the Surf Pirates now, so I'll need my wetsuit and the abacus and some dog food - byeeeeee
(And those unfortunate accidents you've been having lately, do they happen when you visit Renal Failure? Lo,TG Ed)
